I've been in the dark for a very long time. Wait, I'm not. I just close my eyes from seeing the world. Dim light. What have I been doing? Sleeping. I wouldn't know if this is healthy. Pretty sure that much of sleep ain't healthy. Think about all the time that has been wasted. I'm always wasting my time, watching my life pass. The time is ticking and I'm still not moving. For what purpose was I given birth to? Is there any significance of my existence? No one knows me, truly. Not even I. Not even people who claim they do. Bunch of lies. They think I am like not but no. I know. I hesitated. Is that really who I am? No. No. No.

Someday, I'll meet someone. Someone who will understand and accept who I really am.

"Why are you smiling if you're actually unhappy?"

"Why are you going along with what I'm saying, when you're actually unhappy about something?"

"Why do you hide so much pain?" 

Or something along the times. Someone who can know me better than me or my parents.

I could hide nothing. That someone would take my hand . Away from all this misery. 

And for the first time, I would be happy. Till the end of time.